THE DEMISE

seasons

THE DEMISE

In the morning mist

I still see the blurry hues

Leaves all fuse together

A tapestry of Venus

Sleepy sunrise

Scales the treetops

To unleash its fervor

Wearisome leaves alter

To a color wheel of splendor

 

Though transiently

From afar, a cold front storm fumes

Lashes out in all its wrath

Beats down the yellow, orange, red pallet

Its final demise

Leaves diffuse, curl to a crumbly brown

Snow smothers them

Underneath, mingle with the earth’s crust

Await

The swell of buds

In Spring

 

 

Reviews

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

A wonderful call to nature and the season of autumn. It is a very beautifully painted write B. Thank you for always sharing your poetry with us.

[Betty Hermelee]

Thank you Carlos, a very kind review.
Best, B

[Gee]

Hmmmm, very much more upmarket to my simple offering. Back to the drawing board(keyboard)
A very well written piece, super descriptive

[Betty Hermelee]

Thank you Gee, I love your poem.... forget the keyboard! Thanks for your kind review!
Best, B.